First and foremost, this blog is inspired by my daughter, who not only is an accomplished blogger but also a uniquely awesome person. I take full credit for her many positive attributes and blame the few negative ones on her mother :-) Not only does she have a blog, she actually allows me to read it...which I find pretty amazing...however, we are going to have a long discussion about her language!!! I highly (and proudly) recommend you check out her blog Jumble Mash.
As I said, my blog is inspired by my daughter...my life is inspired by all three of my daughters! I sincerely believe they are the only legacy I will leave in this world. I can screw up most things in life and recover but I absolutely can not screw up being Dad. I won't pretend that I get it right even most of the time but I can honestly say that I sincerely try to do the best I can. I have found being Dad to be a rewarding, frustrating, frightening, hilarious, heart-breaking, confusing, educational, self-doubting, and altogether meaningful experience...thanks girls.
Enough of the mushy stuff...now on to the unsound reasoning. The other day I walked pass a display case at work announcing Native American month. I started to think of what "label" applies to me. I was born, as were eight generations of my family, in America...why am I not considered a Native American? While over two hundred years ago an ancestor made the trip here from Scotland, I don't feel Scottish-American...I've never been to Scotland so why would I claim to be Scottish? Maybe we need a new label for people like me...maybe "Non-native American".